Showing posts with label beach house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach house. Show all posts

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Weekly blogging...bad Doodle


Well, I haven't been up to much, but what I have been up to ain't so bad. Beach House companion? Perhaps.


I wanted to post this comment on Gwenner's blog but it just ain't workin', so click the link, watch her clips and then read the following: Don't read it until you visit her blog GAWD.



What's a Tim Conway? Oh about 145.



Um, Ratatouille is f'ing brilliant. I haven't laughed that hard since I read the most recent sketch that Darladiva wrote. It's so so so so so so good. Go now. Go at 11pm so that you can enjoy it, but go. Yet another dream role:
Click on him. You know you want to.
BEACH HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

I want to fast forward my life

I want to zoom ahead past this hurdle.

I want the money-flow to feel less tainted.

I want to hop out of bed with pep not droop in my step.

I want to hone in on voiceover potential.

I want to say goodbye to paying interest on purchases long forgotten.

I want Corporation Corporate to KISS MY TALENTED ASS!

I want to take pride in my crispy red skin achieved after a week in the sun.

I want to listen to music outdoors sans walls sans limitations sans burden.

I want to hear my voice on an mp3.

I want to sing for Scar and be taken seriously.

I want to feel elated when someone takes my hand unexpectedly (and I'd like him to be hot).

I want to fast forward my life.

Get me out of now.